MAD WOMAN

11. PHYSICAL GBAS GBOS.

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BIBOERE'S P.O.V:

"Biboere calm down na!" Mama Ebinimi said as she and the rest of the compound girls tried putting any fabric they could on me.

PUNCH!

Hamina flew in the air again after my right fist landed on her nose once more.

"You go kee this girl oh!" {Pidgin To English Translation: "You will kill this girl!"}. Another neighbour of ours shouted at me.

"Make una leave her na." {"You guys should leave her!"}. One of the perverted male idiots in the compound shouted from the entrance of his house. The bastard was enjoying the show of seeing a naked girl fight in public. Yes, I was outside of my house. Completely naked. And punching the shit out of Hamina for laying her dirty hand on my blessed face. She dey mad?! {Was she mad?!}.

"Ama! {Ijaw To English Translation: "Girl!"} Everybody dey see your yansh oh!" {Pidgin To English Translation: "Everyone is seeing your booty and punani!"}. Another girl shouted at me and the ones that were brave enough to come close to me teied to get a hold of me.

"Abeg, who get her Mama number? Biboere don enter street!" {Please, who has her Mother's number? Biboere has gone INSANE!"}.

"Where those Kelechi and him boys dey sef? Na dem wey help dat oda time hold dis girl!" {"Where were Kelechi and his friends? It was them that held her still the last time!"}.

"Dem go class oh! Hamina go soon die for this girl hand!" {"They went to class! Hamina will soon die in her hands!"}.

"None of una get Presido number?!" {"None of you have the President's number?"}.

"Kuro wey dey carry shoulder for everybody go come dey give people him number again? Dat one wey change number when Inauguration Day lap?! Abeg fuck dat shit!" {"You mean Kuro that carries his shoulder high for everyone would now freely give out his number again? The same person that changed his number the second his Inauguration Day came?! Fuck it!"}.

"Biboere please." Hamina cried senselessly for me but today, I had enough. How dare she hit me?! Even my Papa sef, him no craze to try slap me. I no be Ebiere wey go quiet for am! {Even my Father wasn't crazy enough to attempt to slap me. I wasn't Ebiere that would keep quiet and let him do as he bids!}.

The day he carried his belt and whipped me when I was four because I broke his favourite glass, I still remember how I cleaned my tears after he was done. I went into the kitchen, stood on my tippy toes after climbing a tall stool and pushed down all the breakable plates and cups from the cupboard.

I didn't stop there.

I went to the living room, held on to a wire that was connected to the big television and dragged it down.

My Father wanted to craze {go crazy} that night.

I remember telling him straight to his face with my squeaky four year old voice. "Try and carry your belt and flog me again, I swear to God I will carry bottle and knack your head when you're sleeping. And you will die, in Jesus name, Amen. Hallelujah."